They were children playing games

Burnt their fingers in the flame

Flying high above the sky

Blinded by the vision in their eye

Too young to question why

Their destinies will coincide

She dressed in white just to be his bride

Love is worse than pride



Saw her fall down from the sky

And smile politely at the passers by

She knows it's too late to go home

Built a house, she's living on her own

It's hard to be alone

And in the embers of the flame

Dressed in black she's calling out his name

It isn't worth the pain

If destinies won't coincide

And you dress in black just to be his bride

Then love is worse than pride